Samson, oh Samson, why did they blind you?
        Your eyes are like frozen ponds in winter,
        and all the golden fishes captive there
        are despairing with water voices for spring,
        but when it comes they will all be drowned
        and you will still be eyeless in Gaza,
        a blind giant of beauty bereft of love,
        a temple tearing monster with gold scaled eyes,
        while I, the temple, filled with festive merriment,
        will fall around you in silent ruins.
        Samson, oh Samson, why did they blind you?

        February 26-27, 1970